So, I've got Jackson on the table this evening getting ready to change him. He's hungry and soiled, and he's all worked up. As I sit down, he rolls over onto his side, teeters, and ends up rolling onto his stomach.
I found this unexpected sense of pride filling me. Like he had just pitched a shut-out or won a spelling bee. It was very strange.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
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